Well then, last time we left ms Blackwell, her kingcomrade boss ordered her to investigate and write an article about a suicide in some nearby dorm for the local newspaper.
And here's where we end our daily update, with a cliffhanger full of suspense. In case you didn't notice, things are gonna start getting a lot more interesting from now on.
Let's start by doing some research in... THE INTERNET!
We obviously can't write the article yet, and Rosa doesn't want to do any writing, 'cause she doesn't feel like it. So we use the search function, which opens our notebook:
Again, the font used makes it a bitch to read, but the leads are 'Joann', 'Joann's suicide' and 'photograph'.
I can't find any info about JoAnn. No mention of JoAnn's suicide yet. If it just happened this morning, I doubt that anyone would have published it yet. No photographs of JoAnn either.
So we hit the road to the dorm.
BUT THEN!!!!
I feel like hell and I have to interview college kids. Hopefully this won't take too long.
OMINOUS!
Hi, I'm Rosangela Blackwell.
Can I help you?
Perhaps. Could I ask you a few questions?
Oh... this is about JoAnn, isn't it?
You know her?
Well, I'm the R.A. for this floor. I wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't know everybody. The campus police found her around 5am this morning.
Can you tell me about her?
Well, allright. But can you leave my name out of it?
Huh? We didn't say we're working for any paper.
That shouldn't be a problem.
Good, JoAnn's parents have already asked the Dean to fire me. I don't need anyone else knowing who I am. What do you want to know?
And again, this opens our notepad, and we can ask him about anything we have there.
What can you tell me about JoAnn? What was she like?
I never hung out with her socially, but she seemed nice enough. Nobody ever complained about her, she always had friends around her. She never had any trouble as far as I know. Her... suicide... came as a total surprise.
How did JoAnn kill herself?
She jumped off the roof. She died instantly. It was in the middle of the night. There was... there was no way anyone could have stopped her. Make sure you print that.
Would you have a picture of JoAnn?
A picture? No, why would I?
Just asking. So, how did you get to be the R.A. for this floor? It's a girl's floor, and you, well...
Tranny detected.
Aren't? Well, it's like this: someone at the registrar thought 'Adrian' was a girl's name. So here I am.
None of the girls have complained?
No, they seem to prefer it. This sort of thing happens quite frequently. You'd be surprised.
Well, that's all for now. Thanks for helping out.
Just remember to keep my name out of it.
JoAnn's room. Let's bug the yokels.
Hi, I'm Rosangela Blackwell.
Am I supposed to know you?
No, I'm with the Village Eye.
The Village What?
The Village Eye. A newspaper.
I've never heard of it.
Our benefactors don't seem like anyone would like to defend them.
It's just a small paper.
Yeah, I guessed that. What do you want?
I'd like to talk to you about your roommate, if that's alright?
Jesus Christ, I'm busy with midterms. I told the campus police everything, do you have to bother me? So she killed herself, big whoop. Why is that my problem?
So, you and JoAnn weren't close?
Brilliant deduction, Sherlock. Can you go away?
NOBODY TELLS ROSANGELA BLACKWELL TO GO AWAY
You don't care? Not even a little bit?
No, I don't. Why the hell should I? And for that matter, why should you?
Would you please calm down?
Calm DOWN? Who the hell do you think you are?
Look, just tell me a bit about JoAnn and I'll go away. Please?
...
Fine. You wanna know about JoAnn? She's DEAD. She couldn't take the pressure, so she jumped off the roof.
Did JoAnn act... unusual before she died?
Nope. Same old JoAnn. Studied at her desk all day and slept all night, as usual. Quiet as a little mouse.
Is there anything you can tell me about JoAnn? Do you have any thoughts on why JoAnn would kill herself?
Nope. Just another kid who couldn't hack it.
Do you have a photograph of JoAnn that we could use for the newspaper?
Yeah, right. You think I'm giving you anything? Think again.
JoAnn never had trouble sleeping?
How should I know? Like I pay attention.
So JoAnn was a good student?
Yeah, sure, whatever.
Thanks for helping out.
That bitch is so full of shit.
Let's assault the R.A. again
What can you tell me about JoAnn's roommate?
Kelly? Quite a sight, huh? But don't judge her by that. She's the sharpest kid you'll ever meet. She gets straight A's on everything.
Do you know if JoAnn had any trouble sleeping?
I'm afraid I wouldn't. Her roommate, Kelly, never complained, but that's not surprising.
Why is that?
Well, Kelly rarely spent the night in her room. She only comes here to study, as far as I've seen.
Was JoAnn a good student?
I don't think she had any trouble. But of course, the pressure can get to anybody.
Now to confront the hoe about her sleeping habits
Yeah, I've been at my boyfriend's. You've been following me or something?
No, no. Just confirming the situation.
Looks like Adrian's been talking.
Ok, wait a sec. This doesn't add up: she's never sleeping in this room... but she knows everything about JoAnn's sleeping issues?
Time to open our trusty notes and connect two clues!!! We'll be doing this a lot more times throughout the game(s).
Waaaaaaait a minute. Something isn't right. If Kelly's been spending her nights somewhere else... How can she know if her roommate was sleeping well or not? Hm. I think Kelly was lying to me.
It's elementary, my dear Rosangela.
Your R.A. told me you haven't been sleeping in your dorm. And you told me that JoAnn slept in her room every night. How would you know JoAnn slept here if you've been sleeping somewhere else?
Huh? Oh... well, I just assumed...
Did you lie to me?
I didn't lie! I just... uh... oh screw it. You wanna talk? Fine. What do you wanna know?
So what was JoAnn really like?
To be honest, there's nothing to say. She was studying political science, which is kinda cool, I guess. But she was so... vanilla. You know, sweet but much not much there? Just a typical college kid. Acted just like everybody else. She seemed proud of it.
Did JoAnn act... unusual before she died?
Well, no. Although the last few weeks she's been talking in her sleep.
What did she say?
No idea. Couldn't understand her. She swore up and down that she wasn't doing it. She looked a bit scared, though. I didn't need the drama, so I was sleeping at my boyfriend's.
So you weren't here when she...
Killed herself? No. Not that it would have made a difference. Are we done?
I could really use a photo of JoAnn if you have one.
Hmmm, alright, just a sec (she disappears in the room for a while). This was hers, it was on her desk. She won't be needing it anymore. JoAnn's the girl on the left.
Thanks.
This is just getting worse. At least I have enough for the story now. I'd better get home.
Indeed, let us leave this place of evil.
This is... getting bad.
More headaches, eh, Rosa?
Oh my God, this really hurts. Sleep. That's all I need. I'd just type up this story and get to bed. Shouldn't take that long.
Right, no more interruptions. Done. Article's finished. Picture is scanned, and I am DONE for this day.
This headache's longer than the usual ones.
Wat
What's...
What is happening?
...
It's gone... The pain. It's gone! That was strange...
What... is... that...?
I almost don't want to look, but...
Whoa, that's sum trippy shit, nigga.
I did NOT just see that. I'm not going crazy. No, it's just the stress, that's all. Auntie's death, work, life... I just need a rest. That's all.
OMINOUS!!!!!
We obviously can't write the article yet, and Rosa doesn't want to do any writing, 'cause she doesn't feel like it. So we use the search function, which opens our notebook:
Again, the font used makes it a bitch to read, but the leads are 'Joann', 'Joann's suicide' and 'photograph'.
So we hit the road to the dorm.
BUT THEN!!!!
OMINOUS!
Huh? We didn't say we're working for any paper.
And again, this opens our notepad, and we can ask him about anything we have there.
Tranny detected.
JoAnn's room. Let's bug the yokels.
Our benefactors don't seem like anyone would like to defend them.
NOBODY TELLS ROSANGELA BLACKWELL TO GO AWAY
That bitch is so full of shit.
Let's assault the R.A. again
Now to confront the hoe about her sleeping habits
Ok, wait a sec. This doesn't add up: she's never sleeping in this room... but she knows everything about JoAnn's sleeping issues?
Time to open our trusty notes and connect two clues!!! We'll be doing this a lot more times throughout the game(s).
Indeed, let us leave this place of evil.
More headaches, eh, Rosa?
This headache's longer than the usual ones.
Wat
...
Whoa, that's sum trippy shit, nigga.
OMINOUS!!!!!
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